Interview With The Vampire Imagines

|| 8. discovering there was others ||

you were at least 400 years old by now, but not once had you come across another vampire. you knew there was others as someone had made you. but it was non-consensual, that you forced it into your system as you slept. that's the short story behind how you was made.

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tonight, you were peacefully roaming the streets of France, it was your favourite place to be in the late summer. as the sun had set, you sat on the docks that led out into open water and it was silent. all you heard was the water move along down the ocean. this was your favourite sound. then, from afar, two sets of footsteps quickly ran up behind you.

"hello?" you asked breathing heavily as you were nervous.

"ma chere, why are you out here so late? it's cold and you must be hungry" said the blonde haired man as his brown haired friend just followed along looking digusted by his actions.

"not really, i'm fine thank you. i wouldn't bother mugging me, i have nothing to spare for you men" you smirked thinking that really you was hungry and they would make a good snack.

you stood up and looked at the men, they looked like you. their facial expressions had changed to though, perhaps they were just as shocked as you. "other.. vampires?" you spirted out and they nodded.

"of course there are others" they said and you hugged them.

"in all my 400 years, i've never seen another vampire" you said. they looked shocked and pushed you away, " where have you been hiding?" they further asked and you held out a compass from your pocket. then spinning it around in your hand.

"I've been everywhere and anywhere" you further smiled and smacked it shut and walking by them. slowly waving goodbye and running down the shore to the houses. you heard them from far away talking amongst themselves, the blonde one forcing the brown haired one to follow him. the blonde one now running after you, as the brown hair one walked behind him.

"y/n!! stop I want to talk to you!" shouted the blonde one causing you to stop in your tracks. how did he know you name? you walked up to them and he ran his ring along your face, accidentally cutting your face. you took his hand and gripped his wrist making it bleed. "don't touch me" you smirked and wiped the blood away. it was stone cold.

"please y/n, come with us. Louis is desperate for some female company, as am I" the blonde man said and you scoffed. " I'm no property of yours sir, but now I must leave. I have a plane to catch as I'm leaving for England" you smiled and left. then you stopped thinking actually about what they had said.

"ugh fine, let's go! it's good I hadn't paid for the ticket yet!" you said and the blonde man took your hand. "well y/n I'm Lestat and this is Louis, let's head back to our apartment-" he said and you put your hand over his mouth. " I have a house thanks, here's the address!" you scoffed and walked off into the night...